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All by Lisa Jacobson
Does it feel like time is slipping through your fingers? As moms, it seems we never have enough time in the day to accomplish tasks and are often left wanting for relationship minutes that really matter. Here's how to turn time around and use it to invest in each of your children.
Regular moms everywhere desperately need a break every once in a while, and typically find them very hard to come by! If you are done in and wiped out, exhausted and needing some time for self care, we have you covered with these ideas for even the busiest of moms to rest and recharge.
And not worry so much.
To be unshaken by my present circumstances and undaunted by today's challenges.
And yet here I find myself troubled in spirit and unsettled in my soul.
So you might not know that we care for my mother-in-law and that she and Dad have lived with us for the past 17 years.
And how I love her.
And how she suffers from Alzheimer's and hardly recognizes who we are anymore.
I liked her from the very first.
She was strong, straight-forward, and no-nonsense. A real pioneer woman. Hard-working and resolute. My husband's mother welcomed me into the family with few questions asked.
We got along just fine, she and I.
Because of dad's heart trouble, we invited her and dad to move in with us. That would be nearly 17 years ago now.
And we've been through a lot together since then.
Birth, sickness, laughter, late-nights, and loss. Good times and tough times.
Two strong women living in the same house.
I love new beginnings, don't you?
I love a new adventure and a new day.
And I love a new school year.
No, really, I mean that. Oh, I'm not saying that I don't have mixed emotions and my own swirl of anxieties, but I truly do look forward to a fresh start of the coming school year.
She mentioned that he still likes to sleep on the floor of their bedroom.
And it wasn't all that big of a deal, but perhaps I was a bit surprised.
It's just that he had his own room and he was an older boy now.
But what do I know?
It really wasn't until she told my the why, that I grew concerned.
He's afraid to sleep alone. Just like me.
